*Gemma*
Kael and I followed Izar to the next empty house over after our company was dismissed to share a meal with the other shifters hidden somewhere in Cargan. Though I was desperate for food, and I knew Kael was too, we were more interested in securing the next steps in Izar’s plan.
It was mind-boggling. I was now willingly walking into a secret resistance.
We sat across from the Nightguard Alpha on a plush rug, Kael’s hand on my knee. Although it was unnecessarily protective, I enjoyed it.
“Right,” Izar said, propping his forearms on his own knees, “catch me up. Start at a year ago.”